When you die
deatg us only the beginning
life of hell you are never at rest
all is pain, you can't leave till at ease
you are cursed
to walk thge sacred realm

Crossing over between worlds
your body dead, your spirit alive
you souls restless
the haunting begins
roaming the land/ until the end
the souls of the dead walk
among living/ unable to rest
trapped between worlds
you just feel pain
unable tp reach the light
you can't cross over
into the afterlife

Why am i here? am i really dead?
and will i ever live again?

Haunting the world you are just there
just a spirit of what use to be here
and will i ever make it to
reach the light
and will i ever be at rest

Crossing over between worlds
your body dead, your spirit alive
your souls restless
the haunting begins
roaming the land/until the end
the soul of the dead walk
among living/unable to rest
trapped between worlds
you just feel pain
unable to reach the light
you can't cross over
into the afterlife